Tuesday, March 30, 2010

HOSTEL LIFE

That’s a life. In hostel we live a different life, a life that encompasses every aspects of a life that a human being dreams to live and actually live. In one perspective, it’s completely a different world altogether.

During my under graduation in Thanthai Periyar Govt. Inst. of Tech., I stayed in hostel and it’s the hostel life which made my college days more memorable. Most of the unforgettable college memories were invented inside those walls of the hostel.

It was the day of admission in college when we (me and my dad) visited the room in which I was going to stay, along with my room partners, who were assigned on the same day. It looked strange; the place was strange and so seemed the way of living in hostel for few next years.
As we, human beings, are resistant to change, it takes some time for us to accept the new circumstances and adapt to the new. But in life everything, once happens for the first time and so we could never avoid them. It was difficult but exciting for few days to stay with the stranger friends in a completely different environment. Within few days we were more comfortable with this and started enjoying the new  life. It also saw the departures of few fellow friends before the bond is created and few ones after getting closer. It was just to make us realize what is going to happen in near future. But we never worried about it, to be honest; we never tried to worry as it was awful to imagine the departure then.
We just moved on adding new and new incidents in our list. The ragging by the seniors added thrills to our lives. I used to get excited by ragging where I could take the advantage of less fluent in local language and thus be the spectator in those funny incidents. It was so funny when the mentioned advantage got me in to the same case later and I also became the part in those funny incidents.

It was just the four of us in our circle who hold the record of not getting caught and made to work by the seniors who would get us in to hostel cleaning process. 


It was wondrous experience to get up at 4 am in the morning just to wait for the friends who would be returning to the hostel from their home with varieties of food and sweet items. Everyone would have the same target, as there nothing would be remained within seconds. A quick shower in the morning together with friends will always be missed by everyone there.
Birthdays are always special, but it becomes even more special in hostel. Covering the birthday friend with a blanket and beating him in the dark, and snatching the birthday cake by switching off the lights before it is fully cut, and pouring powder, water on the body of the birthday friend and making him and others take bath at least thrice on the same night are some special memories from the birthday nights.
15 guys in a room writing records till early morning at the last time with music running in background and poking fun at each other now seems like a sweet dream now. The late night discussions would mostly used to end up with more than 10 friends sleeping together in different angles in a small place allotted for 3 students.
Responsibilities seemed to blossom on us when one of the friends among us would feel ill and care by friends never made us miss our parents. I would never forget the night when I had severe fever, slept in arms of a friend who couldn’t sleep the whole night as he did no feel like taking the support of his hand from me and my body's temperature was so high that it broiled him but he gracefully left his hand to support me the whole night without even considering his own sleep as he it is how I sleep at home with my dad and it is the time I needed it.  And providing the stuffs and care when it is needed to others is what we have learnt it there.
To cover a buddy in the group with the blanket and beat him by the whole group was the all time favorite game in the hostel. We never used to mind who the target is. Anyone who gets trapped inside the blanket used to be our target with the single mission to pound him. It was a similar day when I decided to trap one of my close friends who was having a chat with a group of friends. I entered the room with the blanket in my hand and ran to him from his behind in a plan to cover him with a long dive in the table. Unfortunately he moved slightly sidewards after I jumped at him, because of which I fell in the middle of the group with myself covered by the blanket. Now the target was me and that day I received the maximum that anyone in the hostel till date had received.
Breaking of rules of the hostel used to add thriller in our life.  Entertainment would never stop as we used to dance in the room late night and I remember being caught by the seniors once and were made to dance in their rooms later. We have lots of more funny and emotional incidents in hostel.
Every life has to end and so our hostel life. All those entertainments are missed by every one of us now but it had managed to teach us some valuable lessons. It was completely a different life at the exact age of life to live it. It was a hostel life and would cherish those moments the rest of my life. my hostel life. Happy to be the part of the hostel life with my dear friends.Suraj Sharma

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Special People

"Life is just like a sea. We are moving without end. Nothing stays with us. What remains with us forever is the memories of some special people who touched us as wave..." 
True . Absolutely true. I just feel that I don't want to live a single life. I want to live lives, different lives, incorporated in a single life I am given.
Just go on living lives , the lives given to you, the life given to others. Just live deep into others life. Understand their lives. But you it looks vague to understand whether you are actually satisfied by the life of yours own.
In life we don't realize How lucky we are, how better we have got it until the point of time when someone comes to you and  makes you realize it. The someone remains special forever to us, who for me understood me and knew what i should be provided to make me realize it. 
SO got a chance to visit SHISHU BHAVAN, where I met Lovely children who have got more challenges than us but still were happy and i would say busy spreading love. Each and every smile of theirs touched me and helped me to realize it. I could still feel their touch and it actually helped me to change the way i used to look my life. I didn't know how few small things are so special to others. 
I do realize that i was given a lot more than many other people and I should be completely satisfied with it and instead of getting disappointed for the things not available to me,  I should be working to achieve them. Its by the special person and lovely special children whom i felt to thank with sincere and deep feelings. Thank you.